“Might Listen” by Thom Amundsen

I go to your school
Yea, I'm that guy
The one you know
But choose to
I mean,
Granted you're busy
Too ah, caught up
In trying to get along
To achieve
To feel that sense
Of what is the word-
No, I'm sorry
I didn't mean that

Well, yes I did
You see
I see you everyday
But well,
I know
You see me

Paths cross
Moments define
The brush of a shoulder
Heading to class
And just that brief encounter
Thus far defines who you are to me
Who I am to you
Who might see...
I walk past you
How our lives interact
In the eyes of our community

Our worlds are labeled as different
Suggested the 'Man' to everyone